by Melody Anne
He finally turned away and pulled his shining arousal from the woman’s mouth. Her lips were swollen, and she wiped the spit from her chin as he leaned down and lifted her. She leaned in for a kiss, but he deflected it, quickly moving from where he’d been leaning against the side of the gazebo to a new spot that was even closer to Elena.
He pushed the woman’s stomach against the railing and then bent her forward so her ass was sticking high in the air. With a quick tug of his fingers, he tore away the miniscule panties she was wearing and reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet, sliding latex onto his thick manhood.
They were both facing Elena now, who still didn’t dare move. The woman was looking at the ground, her mouth forming a perfect O of satisfaction when Dalton slammed inside her body.
“Yes, Dalton, yes!” the woman screamed as he pounded against her, holding her hips tightly in his grasp. Lifting a hand, he slapped her skin, the sound echoing off the walls of the buildings on the property, making Elena flinch.
“Yes, baby, more,” the woman told him, and he slapped her again.
“Finger yourself. I want you to squeeze every ounce of come from me,” he demanded.
His voice was so hard, so controlled, although the faster he went a slight sheen of sweat began coating his forehead.
Elena couldn’t look away from the couple.
And then his eyes found hers. She knew it wasn’t possible, knew he couldn’t see her, but his eyes were right on hers, their gazes locked together. She couldn’t have turned away if there had been a gun to her head. She was mesmerized. Her body was dripping with unfulfilled desire.
“Touch yourself,” he said again, this time his voice gentler, his eyes not budging.
He wasn’t speaking to her, she assured herself.
But without realizing what she was doing, she reached down, trying to relieve the ache, doing exactly what he’d commanded she do, whether it was for her or the woman he was fucking. She didn’t know how, didn’t know what she was doing.
Leo was her only lover, and he was only worried about his satisfaction. She didn’t even know she could feel anything like she was feeling right now. Her eyes locked on Dalton’s, her hand was down her shorts, and she kept her gaze on his and moved her fingers.
Unbelievable pleasure built in her stomach. It was unlike anything she had ever imagined.
“Do you feel the heat?” Dalton asked.
Elena almost answered him, but the woman he was pounding against moaned and reminded Elena of her presence. But yes, Elena felt the heat, felt something she’d never imagined was possible to feel.
He slowed his thrusts, as his gaze seemed to bore right into Elena. Her core was slick and hot and her fingers found a place that made her want to scream out in pleasure. She focused on that place, a feeling of pressure building higher and higher, making her fingers swirl faster and faster.
As if he could feel her arousal through the air, he quickened his movements again, groans rushing through the air.
“Come now,” Dalton demanded.
“Yes,” the woman he was with screamed.
For an almost endless moment Elena had forgotten the woman was even there. But it didn’t matter.
Elena’s thighs were quivering, her stomach growing tighter and tighter, and tingles were rushing through her limbs, making her lightheaded. A sheen of sweat was coating her body as she desperately tried not to pant. Air was rushing quickly in and out of her nose, and she bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. But she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t look away from Dalton.
“Now, come now!” The command drifted through the air.
She flicked her finger over her tender place one more time and an explosion happened through her body. The tingles that had been there felt like nothing compared to what she was feeling now.
Somehow her eyes remained open as she shook violently. Though her vision blurred and she felt close to passing out, everything within her body lifted her to a previously unimaginable place. Dalton let out a growl of pleasure as the other woman screamed.
She shook in front of him and Dalton tensed, his eyes never leaving the place where Elena was now slumping in complete stupefaction. Her bones were jelly, her muscles most likely incapable of ever working again.
It was like he knew what had happened to her.
But he couldn’t possibly know. His words had been for the woman he was with.
“That was insane, baby,” the woman said as he pulled from her, took a step back while removing the condom, and began re-buttoning his pants.
“Yes, it was,” he murmured. But he wasn’t looking at the woman. He was still gazing into the bushes where Elena lurked, shaking.
He didn’t say another word, just left the woman standing there, almost completely naked as he began moving toward the bushes.
Elena held her breath, terrified it hadn’t been her imagination, terrified he knew she was there, and had known what she’d been doing. A smirk lifted his lips as he got closer.
He paused when he neared the bushes, but then his steps picked up, and he kept on walking. The woman in the gazebo yelled out after him, but he didn’t slow his pace. Soon, he was out of sight.
Elena looked back over to the woman who was furiously putting her clothes — minus the destroyed panties — back into place. She then stomped away from the gazebo, presumably to chase after Dalton.
Elena stayed right where she was for a very long time. She didn’t trust her muscles to work right. She also couldn’t stand the thought of Leo coming to her room tonight and ruining this magical moment for her.
She napped on and off for hours, until just before dawn. Then she crept inside to the shower, avoiding her bed.
The cold new master of the house was all she could think about after this night. It was no longer a choice for her. She desired him even though she knew little of desire. And what was worse, she wanted him to want her.
Unlike his father, who she’d been primed for, she wanted to belong to this man. He’d awakened something inside of her, and she knew for sure she didn’t want to put it back to sleep.
Elena just wasn’t sure what that meant — what any of it meant.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Where were you last night?”
The low threat in Leo’s voice sent a chill down Elena’s spine. She’d managed to avoid him the entire day, doing her chores and staying in the house, but night had fallen and she had to shower. She’d been cleaning beneath the furniture and felt grimy even though the house was always spotless.
“I fell asleep outside,” she told him, holding the towel wrapped around her a little tighter.
“Are you sure you weren’t off somewhere fucking the boss of the house?” he growled, taking a menacing step toward her.
How could he possibly know what she’d witnessed? He couldn’t. She was so worried about the entire situation she was assuming things.
“No. Of course not,” she finally gasped, her breathing accelerating in her fear. “Why would you even think that? The man has barely spoken more than a few words to me.” Never before had she seen Leo so angry. “Have I done something to upset you?” she finally asked.
“Your presence has been requested by Dalton. I want to know why,” he said, his eyes flashing rage.
“I don’t know, Leo. Honestly I don’t know. I’ve barely spoken to the man. I promise you,” she said, taking a step back, making his eyes ignite even more. She certainly wasn’t going to tell him about the kisses the two of them had shared or the scene in the garden.
“Don’t move away from me,” he roared. She stopped where she stood.
Quicker than a snake striking, his hand came up and gripped her hair, tugging it hard, making her cry out.
“You’re mine, Elena. You won’t forget that,” he said before smashing his mouth against hers at the same time that he ripped the towel from her body.
She couldn’t even respond as he painfully handled her. She fought the tears as he pushed he
r against the wall and proved she was his, whether she wanted to be or not.
When he was finished, rage was still shining in his eyes but he wasn’t gripping her quite so tightly. She could feel bruises from his anger forming on her skin. She stood there shivering while he looked her over and shook his head.
“You won’t tell Dalton about our relationship. Do you understand?” he snapped.
“Yes, I understand.” It wouldn’t do her any good to say anything anyway.
“You are mine, no matter what that piece of shit thinks.”
He finally moved away and began pacing the floor in front of her. She didn’t know if she was allowed to move, so she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, grateful it was there to hold her up.
Leo moved toward her and examined her skin. “Dammit!” he snarled as he spun her around. “If he does bed you and asks about the bruises, you say the new gardener has been rough with you.”
“Yes, Leo,” she replied.
“Good. Go and take a shower. It’s time to get you ready to see the boss. Don’t be a slut,” he snapped.
She turned and began to move back toward the bathroom when his hand shot out and hit her so hard on the behind she knew there would be another bruise there. The hit almost knocked her down, but she managed to catch herself.
Her tears didn’t fall until she was beneath the shower spray. She leaned against the wall and sobbed, not understanding how her life had turned out this way — not comprehending how anyone could be so cruel.
Leo had once been the person she’d run to when the rest of the world seemed unstable. Now he was the biggest monster of them all. If only she could remember her past, then maybe she could escape.
But did she still want to escape? Especially after Dalton seemed to be taking an interest in her. Was her curiosity about Dalton worth Leo’s wrath? She didn’t have those answers for herself.
She knew not to take too long in the shower. She didn’t want to endure more of Leo’s anger. So she washed his scent away, scrubbed her skin hard, stepped out, and dried.
She knew better than to wrap the towel around her. It would only anger him that she was hiding from him. He enjoyed prepping her — enjoyed controlling her.
She hated him enough that she thought she might be capable of murder.
That was a sobering thought, one she hoped to never have again.
Leo was waiting for her in the sitting room, exactly where he’d been that first time he’d prepped her for the master of the house. This time, though, his manner was different. This time he was angry, and his eyes possessively roamed over her.
She stood in front of him as he examined her.
“You’re not as bruised as I thought. That’s good,” he said. “Turn.” She obeyed. “Very good.”
He picked up the lotion and began rubbing it into her skin, taking extra time on her breasts, painfully pinching her nipples before moving to her backside and then slipping his fingers inside her until she had to fight yelping.
“Remember who you belong to,” he said again.
“I won’t forget, Leo,” she told him. She was so afraid of breaking down she could barely speak.
Elena desperately wanted this night to end. She didn’t know how much more she was capable of taking before she broke apart.
Leo finished with the lotion then pulled out a dress she’d never seen before.
“The boss sent this down,” he said, not at all pleased about it.
It wasn’t a particularly revealing dress, but the blue material was the softest she’d ever felt. After her miniscule bra and panties were in place, Leo slipped the dress over her head then turned her around to zip it; she almost smiled at how good it felt on her skin.
“I like this,” she murmured without thinking.
The quick sting on her face warned her she’d said the wrong thing once again. She looked at Leo, not understanding.
“Don’t get used to this high-end crap, Elena. Most people can’t afford it,” he snapped.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” she said, rapidly blinking her eyes.
“Maybe you should just learn to keep your damn mouth shut before I stuff something in it to keep words from spewing out.”
She decided that was the best advice she’d ever been given.
He glared at her for several moments before he reached down and began rubbing himself through his pants. She wanted to cry again when she saw the evidence of his arousal. He was angry, but seeing the pain he was causing her was exciting him all over again.
“On your knees,” he snapped.
“But …” She couldn’t even finish the words.
“I said on your knees,” he thundered, reaching out and pinching her waist as he pushed her down.
She crumpled before him and her throat closed with unshed tears while he undid his pants and pulled out his hardness. He stroked it a few times before tilting her chin up, the angry light in his eyes boring into her.
Without another word, he gripped the back of her neck and pulled her forward. She wanted to pull back, but knew it would only end in trouble for her. Trying not to gag, she opened her mouth as he thrust himself into it then grabbed her on either side of her head and began thrusting his hips.
This was different than other times he’d made her do this. He was angry and uncontrolled, and he pushed himself deeper, making her gag, which pissed him off more if the yanking on her head was any indication.
“Take it all, bitch, and remember you belong to me,” he growled. His voice was chocked with arousal as he pulled on her head, making her suck him faster.
“Tighten your lips,” he groaned, and she did her best to comply. His hand unwrapped from around her hair and she felt the sting of his slap, making her see stars. “Stop biting me!”
Opening her jaw more, she prayed this would soon end.
He pushed in and out of her mouth while grunting and then the taste of his release slithering down her throat made her stomach turn, but with more willpower than she knew she was capable of, she managed not to heave.
She didn’t pull from him though, knowing that would only cause more anger. She waited, and when his final shudders died away, he pulled his softening member from her sore mouth.
“You need to improve,” he grumbled as he tucked himself away and jerked her upright. She stood before him, unable to know how she wasn’t visibly trembling.
Elena knew better than to say anything else though, as he continued getting her ready to meet with Dalton. He wiped her mouth, powdered her cheek to cover the red and then gave her a final inspection before saying it was time to go.
“I should take you out of here now, just run away, the two of us,” he said with a crazy look in his eyes.
She held her breath in terror. The thought of being alone with Leo would be a fate she couldn’t imagine. It would be the ultimate form of torture. But she schooled her fears.
“I would like that, Leo,” she said, hoping there was no way he’d be able to accomplish it. At one time, she would have loved slipping away with Leo. Not anymore.
“We’d never make it. There are gates, and the guards watch this place,” he said. She could see him trying to wrack his brain to figure out a way to accomplish the task. Soon he gave up.
“Remember who owns you,” he whispered at the top of the basement stairs, and then the talking stopped completely as they opened the door and crept into the barn before going through another door to the yard.
They quickly passed through the employee entrance to the house and then he moved through the rooms with her right behind him. When they ascended the main staircase, her stomach twisted. This was so much like the first walk she’d been taken on not that long ago, and she couldn’t help but feel anxious.
But this time she wasn’t on display for everyone in the house to see. This time she wouldn’t be tied down to a bed — or at least she didn’t think so. This time, she anxiously anticipated the moment when the door would open and she would see
Dalton again.
She looked down, afraid that Leo would turn and be able to read those very thoughts in her eyes. She didn’t think he’d dare hit her out in the open, but the retaliation could come later.
He stopped at a door and knocked, and Elena continued to look at the ground. When the door opened, she focused on the feet in front of her.
“Thank you, Leo. You’re dismissed.”
“Yes, Sir. What time would you like me to come back?” Leo said, his voice normal as he talked to his boss.
“I’ll take her back. Go to bed.”
Elena could imagine the fury that statement sent through Leo. She would bet he would be waiting — watching, wanting to know everything that happened. She didn’t dare look in either man’s direction. Leo turned and left, and she stood there not knowing what to do.
For once though she didn’t want to run away — no, for once she wanted to move forward and maybe plot out a new future for herself.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Come inside, Elena. Dinner will be here shortly.”
She moved forward without looking at Dalton. When she entered the room, she was pleasantly surprised. She’d been expecting a bedroom, but this was a sitting area with an elegant table and two chairs.
“Do you like the dress?”
He stood before her, his gaze examining the dress from her neck to her thighs where it rested.
“Yes, it’s very comfortable,” she whispered.
“The color matches your eyes. I knew you would look stunning in it.”
She didn’t know how to respond so she only murmured a quiet thank you.
“Sit down.”
She moved to the table and waited to see which place she was supposed to sit. He held out one of the chairs and she took a seat, all without having even peeked at him.
He moved across the table and sat. “Look at me, Elena.”
She didn’t want to; she was afraid what the impact of looking at him would do to her, but he’d commanded she gaze up, and she had no choice.